"LOST AND FOUND!" [From the same.] O'ER Liffy's high tide as a boatman was rowing, The waves mountain-high and the winds loudly blowing, A passenger cried-(by the hurricane tost,) "O, shall we not, boatman! be all of us lost ?""Botheration!" said Boat, "be at aise on that matter; You'll be after being found, sure enough, at low-water!” ALONZO. A LETTER FROM A PEACE-OFFICER IN ONE OF THE DISTURBED COUNTIES TO A NOBLE LORD. [From the Morning Chronicle, Aug. 27.] OU'LL not wonder, my Lord, since his powers you increase, That our justice no longer 's a justice of peace; He's breaking our slumbers to make us be quiet— Derry Down. 'Tis a system, some say, fundamentally crazy, 1 My maxim you've learn'd, and once more pray fulfil it— When a child cries, the nurse must be waken'd to still it ; So come, my good Lord, and heal all our peace-breaches; You may make our quietus with one of your speeches. DOGBERRY. ADVICE TO NAPOLEON THE GREAT. TAKE two hundred brave "Lads" from Paris' gay scene, A COMPLAINT. [From the Morning Chronicle, Aug, 28.] MR. EDITOR, FROM your known readiness to advocate the cause of freedom, we hope to be favoured with an early opportunity of laying our grievances before the country through the extensive circulation of your excellent paper; although we have failed in another, whose columns are more generally appropriated to the humour of The Times, and is doubtless most profitable. You must remember, that, about fifteen years ago, we were suspected of an intention to emigrate, or secrete ourselves from the public service; in consequence whereof a considerable number (which we have not the means of ascertaining) were ordered to be locked up in a certain public depôt, where it is supposed the greater part still remain state-prisoners. The country taking the alarm at this proceeding, a hue-and-cry immediately followed, and we hunted down by individuals also; whereby a much greater number (we have reason to believe) were shut up in private houses; from whence many of us have obtained our liberty upon condition of transportation, through the interest of our friends abroad, who have always held us in the highest estimation, and therefore paid a considerable premium for our ransom. we were Our deluded enemies, not satisfied with the above persecution, have since set a price upon our heads, which, however, we think, will not tempt any one to expose us; and all this has arisen through the infatuated ambition of a certain handmaid, whom our family raised up to represent us occasionally; by whose insinuating and bewitching address we have been supplanted in the favour of our country, and sent into banishment, or immured in prisons. We are therefore desirous that those pains and penalties may be removed, and our respective merits decided by our Peers in Parliament at this time assembled; or that we may be restored to the active service of our country, by recovering that due precedence (derived from our progenitor Bullion) which we have obtained in all other states through our own intrinsic value; and on those terms alone we are ready to be reconciled to this handmaid, by taking her again into our service and protection; for she cannot long support her consequence or credit in the absence of From one of our private Retreats. THE DEARTH OF RAGS. [From the same, Aug. 29.] OUR paper manufacture flags Of hot-press'd foolscap such the stint, SPECIE. And And do you really wish to know By telling me, command my thanks : In the sanctorum of our Banks You'll find them stow'd-thence flounce and border Grow into Henry Hase or order! (O what a name! the lucky dog! For keeping people in a fog! Through which we wander far and wide, And Ministers are magnified.)" "What, Sir! the vaults all cramm'd with rags, Instead of solid money-bags! Of guineas have we any chance?"- "Hush, my good Sir, and don't offend her, } Tear, clip, shear, cabbage, borrow, steal- Who Who don't hate Nap-nay, some obey him; T. T. A LETTER FROM JOHN BULL TO THE EDITOR OF THE BRITISH PRESS. [Aug. 29.] DEAR friend, to the country I now am come down, Quite sick of the hurry and bustle of town; You remember I swore, but a few years ago, |